Armstrong turned with his usual deliberation. There was ever about him a quiet dignity of manner that was the delight of his friends and despair of his foes. "What is his name?" he calmly asked. "One of those society swells of whom you have so many," was the reply. "That does not give his name-nor identify him as one of my men," said Armstrong coolly. "Oh, well, I didn't say he belonged to your command," was the staff officer's response, "but one of the kid-glove crowd that's got into the ranks."